But the LORD is with me as a mighty, fearsome one; therefore my persecutors shall stumble, and they shall not prevail. They shall be greatly ashamed, for they shall not prosper; their everlasting confusion shall never be forgotten.
But, O LORD of hosts, who triest the righteous and seest the reins and the heart, let me see Thy vengeance on them, for unto Thee have I opened my cause.
Sing unto the LORD, praise ye the LORD; for He hath delivered the soul of the poor from the hand of evildoers.
Cursed be the day wherein I was born; let not the day wherein my mother bore me be blessed.
Cursed be the man who brought tidings to my father, saying, "A manchild is born unto thee," making him very glad.
And let that man be as the cities which the LORD overthrew, and repented not; and let him hear the cry in the morning and the shouting at noontide,
because he slew me not from the womb, or that my mother might have been my grave, and her womb to be always great with me.
Why came I forth out of the womb to see labor and sorrow, that my days should be consumed with shame?